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I Was The Vampire Lestat Again. I Was Back In Action. New Orleans Was Once Again My Hunting Ground.

One Will Hate You For Taking His Life, Another Will Run To Excesses That You Scorn. A Third Will Emerge Mad And Raving, Another A Monster You Cannot Control. One Will Be Jealous Of Your Superiority, Another Shut You Out... And The Veil Will Always Come Down Between You Make A Legion, You Will Be, Always And Forever Alone!

Don't Bend; Don't Water It Down; Don't Try To Make It Logical; Don't Edit Your Own Soul According To The Fashion. Rather, Follow Your Most Intense Obsessions Mercilessly. Only If You Do That Can You Hope To Make The Reader Feel Every Particle Of What You, The Writer, Have Known And Feel Compelled To Share."---forward To Kafka's Short Stories

Vampires Always Order Hot Drinks. They Aren't Going To Drink Them; But They Can Feel The Warmth And Smell Them If They're Hot, And That Is So Good.

And I Realized That I’d Tolerated Him This Long Because Of Self-doubt.